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It is funny how
a long ago memory will be triggered by something happening, such as this e-mail that a friend sent me. Washington
Conservatory at TEDMED 2013 - YouTube
My Friend said, "This video of
piano playing will put a smile on your face.
Enjoy."
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As I listened
and watched with a smile on my face, I was reminded of a time when in High
School, my girl friend invited me to attend with her, a life
performance of the pianist Arthur Rubinstein.
My friend was a gifted
pianist herself and she was very interested in this musical presentation, and
in the artist himself.
From Wikipedia Arthur Rubinstein, KBE (January 28, 1887 – December 20,
1982) was a Polish-American classical
pianist who received international acclaim for his performances of the music
written by a variety of composers; many regard him as the greatest Chopin interpreter of his time. He is widely considered one of the greatest
pianists of the twentieth century, and played in public for eight decades.
My friend’s parents picked me
up and transported us to the Municipal Auditorium theatre where the concert was
to be held.
The music was outstanding,
but I was not used to such a long performance and soon grew tired, but remained
polite until the end.
Again my friend’s parents met
us and drove me home. On the way, the
girl’s mother asked me how I enjoyed the concert. Without much enthusiasm, I answered, “It was
nice.”
Then the mother turned to her husband, and said, “Oh how I would have loved to have been there.”
My friend's Dad looked at his wife, and whispered, “Please be quiet.”
My friend's Dad looked at his wife, and whispered, “Please be quiet.”
Then I realized the terrible
truth. - -
My friend’s mother was
supposed to take her daughter to the concert, and I had used her ticket and she
had missed out.
There was no way to back up
and replay the evening, and my friend was so happy that I had been with her.
Thinking about heaven, and
joy of all joys, no one can use your ticket, each person must have their
own.
When you come to Jesus and receive
him, there is no problem, for he has already made the purchase, so he writes
your name down, and your place is then secure.
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